You know, love can be the oddest thing. It can build you up, make you capable of doing things that you never thought possible, and may not be under different circumstances. It can pull you out of the deepest, darkest pit and set you on top of the clouds to dance in the sky... And then it can rip you to tatters. It can throw you into the deepest pits of despair, it's own little hell that when you're there you never think you can get out. It can tear you between family and friends, divide you from all of the life you've ever known, and in the end utterly destroy you. But then you rise from your ashes, and eventually the wounds heal enough that you're willing to try again. And sometimes love can even pull you to someone who caused you the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. Someone who built a stairway to heaven, who built a tower to the highest, most beautiful places and then ripped it out from underneath you, to watch you tumble and fall beyond the pits of hell into a thoughtless, emotionless nothingness that even pain would relieve. But nothing lasts forever, and sometimes hearts can change (ignore the obvious GNR reference). So then for some reason that only the gods know, you find yourself willing to open your heart to the exact same pain, to the exact same person, because for some reason they've given you the deepest joy that anyone could ever imagine, and for some reason you feel as though this time will be different. That this time you can have the joy, you can once again walk in the sky, without having to worry about everything being ripped out from beneath you again. I just beg and plead to the Gods that I won't have to endure that pain again, that this time something will work out and my heart and soul might be mended. I love walking in the sky. I don't want to fall again.